Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.